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Viewing Lyrics for Jay-Z Freestyle:
| | | Artist: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Jay-Z Freestyle | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 7 | | | | Lyrics: | Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we
do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm really
gonna do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?
Most niggaz is locked or in the
box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap
niggaz on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
Your
Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did ery bit
of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back
when, way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful
what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga I'm straight gutta, let me remind you
Act like you,
out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A
whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit
On some
sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggaz in awe with the old
shit
No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack em
around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I
slay for play, tell me
Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit,
Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit
Bout to
drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro
slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
Cause after all, what's my name, oh
shit!
Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop
Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime
like me
Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami
Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his
wristal
Sell fish scale, y'all niggaz love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's
offic-ial
Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is
layed, we can take this to the top babygirl
if you're not afraid, the world is watchin
Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers
think they hurtin me, ha hah
I keep
you ill and traced out, tennis brace style
Cartier watch my diamond face style
Crib on the
coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'
Drop a seed
in her, little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her
His days are
laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby showers
Beatch!
How
we do, Funk Flex, yeah
Brooklyn...
*fades into How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P.* | | | |
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